So, Original Scott, the Arthurian based erotica sounds like a great idea. I take it a threesome between Gwen, Lancelot and Arthur is too obvious a tack? Damn.
Lotsa stories getting pumped out by the denizens of this fine dive bar. I shall attempt to dig into them soon.
I finished a story today. It's not exactly erotica, there are about 4 sentences worth of sex. I'm calling the genre apocalyptic romance. I might post it here. We'll see when I've got the rewrite.
It'd been a pretty crappy weekend here, to be frank. Don't worry, LJ and I are fine. But I am really fucking sick of this stupid fucking year. Sounds like a lot of peeps here are feeling the same. A drink to better times, friends.
Sorry, Penman, not in the mood for Laphroiag. Can't even spell it. Something cheap and strong should do the trick.
Hey, all.
T-God it's heartwarming to see you taking such good care of your brother.
Penman, healing thoughts going out to your daughter in Denver.
Gill, so sorry to hear about your aunt in hospice.
And Ping, you and your Mom and your fam are in my thoughts often.
Depressing, unnerving times. My quarantine for my run-of-the-mill cold was over yesterday, so I get to see LJ tonight. We are going out to our favorite date restaurant and get take out food - they have a spicy Brazillian Shrimp soup that is frikkin amazing. Really good sandwiches there too. And jalapeno/bacon mac-n-cheese that is nearly as good as sex.
Stay safe and sane in these benighted days, friends. I'd love a coffee.
I once split an artichoke pizza with an ex-stripper I was dating (long story) and it was the worst pizza I ever had. So, yes.
HYE made one of those Chef Boy-R-Dee's pizzas from the grocery store? Little bag of flour for the dough, little can of tomato sauce?
A most happy birthday to one of my favorite people here, and one of my dearest friends. Yeah, I could put up a pic of a birthday cake or a hot girl or something, but I think this says it best: (!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)(!)
Enjoy your day dear.
Makes perfect sense that people are less likely to sign in when everyone is home - kids and spouses likely to run into the room at any moment.
run screaming toward, horror movies and bong in hand
If your life is bad, just think to yourself, things could be worse, I could be a character in one of Ping's dreams. Yikes! That coyote dream alone is pretty frikkin gory. I imagine the stress from the hospitals and watching you Mom fade from view is turning your subconscious into quite a circus sideshow. My sympathies.
A similar real-life story: when my girls were very little they came tearing around the side of the house and into the back yard, screaming and crying. They were being chased by two dogs. An aside - I got attacked badly by a dog when I was a kid and can be scared of them if I'm surprised by an aggresive one. But this day all fears fled - I ran out and clapped my hands and yelled at the dogs and it stopped them in their tracks. They ran away. My girls still talk about it. I felt like a superhero.
So I have this habit of reading LJ advice columns on weekend mornings. Dear Abby, Ask Amy, Dear Prudence, Miss Manners. We LOVE advice columns. Anyway, for the last two days I've been recording them and texting them to her. It's fun and makes us feel closer. I will admit to adding in my own little details from time to time. My personal quarantine is over on Thursday. I feel much better. My daughter seems fully recovered.
Gonna try for 1000 words today. I'm not a fast writer, so it's quite a stretch.
Coffee please. Stay safe and sane, all. Drinks're on me. And by me I mean Donald Trump.
Sunny Saturday morning sitting before me like a blank page, can't leave the house, coffee and laptop in place. Time to write.
I'm actually writing erotica!!! It's a one-off, and all I have right now is a clever (maybe overly clever) title. If I can get the rest of the story to be as clever as the title, it may see the light of day.
Feeling MUCH better. I should be fine by Monday.
We watched two TERRIBLE horror movies last night. Girl on the Third Floor, and The Darkcoat's Daughter, both on Netflix. Avoid at all costs. Trust me. Tonight we'll finish off the rest of Killing Eve.
Okay. Gotta get these words down on paper.
Coffee would be a poem.
Boy, do I like our Governor. He just gave a thorough, non-political, data-driven presentation on Co-19 in Colorado.
Okay, onto my real question: what should we watch on our Quarantine Date Night? Netflix has: Girl on the Third Floor, The Blackcoats Daughter, Deadcon, Siren. Be aware we've seen most of the horror flix on Netflix.
Beer please.
Episode 1 of the Star Wars trilogy (I don't remember the actual titles of these movies). Better than I remember, though still not very good. That pod racing scene holds up well. And Natalie Portman is a CUTIE!
Back from the doc. I do not have the Orange Virus. I have either a respiratory infection or a cold, prolly the latter. They gave me the GOOD cough syrup.
Hope everyone is keeping relatively safe and sane. Gonna take a nap.
Coughing. Blowing my nose. Sneezing. It's hot.
Whatever it is I have (no fever, so don't think it's the Virus) showed up in full force last night with a cough that kept me up much of the night. Grrr. I am, as a result, tired and irritable.
Working a few hours, then hitting the drive-through at Walgreens for a prescription, THEN grabbing take-out for everyone to eat. Then back to bed I assume.
LJ started working from home today. She's not a fan.
NyQuil please. Pour one for Gill should she come in.
Grace, I like your conclusion that Terrence T Tarantula is the smallest thing able to survive inside Rump's atmosphere. You have to be at least one Terrence-Unit big.
Bill, I am glad you wife is out of the hospital, and sorry she is not back home. There is a Romeo and Juliet star-crossed lovers vibe to her not being able to leave the residential facility, and you not being able to leave home. Glad you were able to spend time together.
Tonya, the school sounds like such fun.
And hey, read a swath of comp entries last night. We've been well represented. I'll read more today. And Vanessa - Clown Dick? I'll never look at clowns the same way again.
I have an erotic story in my head about a one night stand in the time of coronavirus. But I suspect that's not a very original idea.
I am down with either a cold or the Virus (no fever, which points to a cold). It's not terrible, but I am taking the morning off in hopes of nipping this in the bud. Sitting in bed reading the first chapter of Lena Dunham's new novel on my phone and listening to all-coronavirus-all-the-time news radio.
Strange days indeed. Most peculiar, Mama.
Thanks for the set-up, dears. Coffee and NyQuil please.
EDIT: Put my pic up to express some, I don't know, camraderie? Community? It's nice seeing everyone's faces. Anyway, it won't be up for long (heh), because it makes me nervous.